Sometimes there are things that I’d like to do and it takes months or longer to actually getting around to doing them. Sometimes that kind of delay is really a death knell to the whole idea. So, finding that we started using and cooking on our new woodstove immediately was reassuring and exciting, and now it’s just something that we do.
It helps that we moved into our new home in December rather than July, though it doesn’t feel much like an Ontario winter these days…5 degrees yesterday meant that almost all of the snow that was on the ground is gone. Snowstorms in England, New York, Florida and Arizona (that I know of), but eastern Ontario? Forget it. It’s amazing, but people I know who never gave climate change the time of day are suddenly talking about it like it’s a given. Doesn’t mean it’s still not treated as controversial, but there is a sea change going on (yeah, a sea level change too). But I’m not here to write about global warming or snow in places that we’re not accustomed to…(though I would say that we’d really, really like to have some snow here!).
So, what have we cooked so far? A couple of loaves of bread, both amongst the best my husband has ever made (and he’s been making some really awesome bread for a while now), and a large turkey pot pie. We’d have cooked more by now if it weren’t so darn warm outside!
That 18-pound turkey from Ottawa’s Piggy Market was absolutely delicious and has been turning up in post Christmas meals left, right and centre. I had never made a turkey pot pie until this recent foray, and now have made two (the one made in the woodstove on Christmas Day was the better one, but it also had the benefit of using up the last of the gravy from Christmas Eve). The results were really quite nice, but I don’t have the consistency down yet (Dave, I need some guidance!). In spite of my love of baking, I have also avoided making pastry like the plague for the last 20 years, and have finally got over this fear. The pastry crust on both pies were rather good, if I do say so myself. Partial credit must go to Julia Child and to my family who gave me both volumes of Mastering the Art of French Cooking for Christmas.
Up next? Fancy pizzas (yes, Joc, I’m talking to you!) and some kind of casserole, because I do love one pot cooking of any kind. Suggestions always welcome.
Edited later to add:
After an afternoon smashing ice, cutting branches and floating boats down the streams on our property (what else to do when there is no snow?), we decided that a fire was in order. I can now add sauteed mushrooms on top of the woodstove to the list, along with reheating some leftovers. So thrilling!